Dan Encarnacion – Saint

Saint An infielder’s glove webbing shoe-laced weathered                stiff as This diner slag’s Tuesday smile—lost, its boldness           the seared- In signature Ron Santo. Sunnyside-up                were the Cubbies in ’69 then broke the yolk—                 yellow bleeding sopped by thin Toast, hash                            browns limp in greased sleep, sausages Shivered. Overcocked. We had cheered                      as long as my Brother could bear the pain.                   Wanted to be […]